He was more than delighted--brimming over with happiness, in fact--but not over his mother's news; it was the letter held tight in his grasp that was sending electric thrills through him.

"A fine old fellow is Dr.
Pencoyd--known him for years," he continued; "I attended his lectures before I went abroad.

Lives in a musty old house on Chestnut Street, stuffed full of family portraits and old mahogany furniture, and not a comfortable chair or sofa in the place; wears yellow Nankeen waist-coats, takes snuff, and carries a fob.

Oh, yes, same old fellow.
Very kind of him, mother, but wouldn't you rather have the sunlight dance in upon you as it does here and catch a glimpse of the sea through the window than to look across at your neighbors' back walls and white marble steps ?" It was across that same sea that Jane was coming, and the sunshine would come with her! "Yes; but, John, surely you are not going to refuse this without looking into it ?" she argued, eyeing him through her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Go and see him, and then you can judge.